Sprouting

I feel a little like a Chia pet.

I've got lots of new growth on my head, and the pale blonde fuzz is definitely giving way to darker, denser stuff.

Still, it would be a stretch to call it hair at this point. It's more like the promise of hair.

Which is fine, really.

I spent the first year of my life with no more than peach fuzz. My mom always says that she was able to wash my hair with a washcloth. And those early days were not exactly a good predictor of what was to come: a head full of thick, dark curls.

So stay tuned.

I'm pretty confident that there's more where that came from.